Reuse: the Best Form of Recycling – Day 3

Before sitting down, he took one last shot – of his coffee cup
…Roland put down the camera and picked up the spoon. He stirred his coffee contemplatively… He missed the minions but he enjoyed these rare moments of solitude.

Across town.  “Red wine at 8:00 in the morning,” thought SuAnn. “What the hell, it’s actually 9:00 since we sprung forward.” She sipped the fragrant elixir – better than the black bean soup some call coffee. She missed having Jack with her wine, but drinking whiskey before noon always made her feel like an alcoholic…

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